What was the deal with rooftops and confidential meetings? It made no sense being out in the open like that. Or maybe it was just Lena's dislike of high open space. But it really was stereotypical behavior of heroes and villains alike. Rooftops, warehouses and underground layers. That was it. Ok, Lena couldn't really care less about the location choosing of anybody, she was only trying to stir her thoughts towards something not important. It was 10.06 (maybe Supergirl was somewhere celebrating the Alien Amnesty Act) and Lena still didn't know what to do and how she should act. Should she clear the air first or go straight to the point?

Just as she was about to sweep the sky once again, she was swooped off her feet and up. Her stomach dropped as she felt grip tighten around her torso. This time it was unlike her dream. Not a moment of thrill there was. The wind was whipping into her head and even burying the face in the crook of Supergirl's neck (where she once again felt the honey sweet scent) wasn't helping. Other than that, she couldn't hear a thing and she might have been screaming a little. The phrase 'clinging to someone like your life depended on it' was getting more and more literal by the second. She thought it was good that Supergirl was the girl of steel otherwise Lena might have crushed some bones.

They landed softly somewhere and it took Lena a while to realize there was no wind and that she was indeed standing on solid ground. Once her thoughts came into focus, a different sort of dizziness ensued. Her hands were shaking she clutched to her knees to stop the world from spinning. She remembered the drill. You are safe. Her dinner was threatening to come out. Just breathe. You are alive.

Supergirl's blurry face appeared through the strands of Lena's hair. She asked in a placating tone, "Are you ok?"

Lena was nodding, "I need…" she was blinking the tears away, "A moment."

Supergirl didn't press but her eyes were roaming Lena's entire body. Lena was feeling exposed. The moment she was sure she wouldn't collapse she straightened upwards.

"You shouldn't have done that." she pushed the hair back. Thank God for waterproof mascara, she thought as she turned away to wipe her cheeks.

"Someone was on the roof."

"You just swooped in like that…"

"He wasn't one of yours."

"… With no warning…"

"He's been following you all day…"

"… God! I hate the damn flying."

"Maybe longer…"

"And you-"

"Lena!"

That made the brunette stop speaking, though she was still fuming. Supergirl's words had reached her ears but only now in the silence did she register their meaning. Somebody was tracking her every move. It wasn't Lex. Lex would have been much more inconspicuous than that. It was Thomas, it had to be, "That slimy bastard." she muttered.

"Who?"

Lena drank in her surroundings. They were still in the city, on some half empty parking lot. Judging from the cars, the area was not luxurious. The old Wendy's sign with a blinking N was shining in her face.

"Are you in danger?"

"What? Of course not." Lena Luthor was no damsel in distress, "It's a paparazzo."

"He didn't seem like one, Lena." the name slipped from her lips unintentionally and she blushed at the sense of familiarity.

Lena recovered first, "It's probably a business thing."

"Rough business."

"I'm surprised your friend." she emphasized the last word. Deflecting was the weapon of her choosing at the moment, "Delivered you my request. When I left he seemed pretty determined to do everything to make sure I steer clear of you."

"He's kind of protective of me."

"Boyfriends usually are."

"Pft, boyfriend." she looked away, "He's not… we were but… he's a friend… who is a boy."

Lena raised her eyebrow, challenging her to revise the clumsy response.

"He's not. He's an actual friend."

Lena felt kind of bad for that glint of thrill that bubbled in her chest, "Then you are the only one I should apologize for…" she gestured vaguely between them, "my actions. Because I never do that without making sure it's mutual."

Despite the dim light, Supergirl was visibly blushing, "It was-"

"Out of line and it won't happen again. I apologize." she finished curtly and shoved her hands in the pockets. The drive was on her fingertips, "But I wanted to talk to you about something else."

"Yeah." she sounded disappointed by the change of subject. Or maybe that was just Lena's imagination, "James said."

"I was going through some boxes and found something of my brother's." she squeezed the flash drive and pressed her lips in a thin line. She was technically telling the truth.

Supergirl tilted her head, fixing hands on the hips.

"I thought you'd be the best person to turn to. It's about some definitively illegal experiments." she took out the drive, "Project Cadmus, it's called."

It two swift strides, the blonde was right in front of her, "Are you sure?"

It was something. Something big. Lena could hear the badly veiled urgency, "You know what it is?" Supergirl looked away. Of course she wouldn't tell her. She wasn't an idiot. Lena on the other hand figured she was one, for feeling like she was being dumped. She held up the drive, "It doesn't have names but enough pictures and videos."

Supergirl stared at the offer for a while. Her eyes shifted to Lena's. The air became laden with something that was also fighting inside the blonde. Lena wasn't sure if she should let herself believe that part of it was desire. Maybe she was just reflecting her own inner struggle. When the hero took hold of the drive Lena didn't let go.

"I played no part in this." she assured her.

"I jumped to conclusion recently about someone. I try not to do that again."

It was a promise. It was a chance. The one Lena wouldn't want to miss.

Then again, there was that nagging voice in Lena's head assessing, evaluating connecting the dots. Something was there but it was like Lena had cover over her eyes. Don't be a fool, she reprimanded herself. Her hand, albeit reluctantly, slipped away from Supergirl's and back into the pocket and she looked around again, "Where are we?"

"Oh, yeah." she huffed, "Sorry about that." she gave her hand to Lena but remembering what had happened she pulled it back, "Maybe cab is a better idea."

"I think so, too."

Apparently Supergirl had a cell phone hidden God-knows-where in that tight costume of hers. They were waiting on the desolate curb together in silence. All things considered it wasn't as awkward as Lena would have thought. Supergirl was swaying to and front, happy to do the waiting. Lena, on the other hand, wasn't used to it and had to force herself not to reveal any sign of vexation. When the little rundown cab halted in front of them, Supergirl opened the door for Lena (of course she did).

Not sure if she should say something more she just mumbled a thank you. The cab however didn't move once she got in. She looked over at Supergirl still holding the door. They were looking at each other and Lena honestly didn't know what to do. She had apologized, gave the drive and thanked her. What else there was?

"Scoot over." she ordered with a littler laugh.

"You don't have to escort me."

"I dragged you here, it's only fair."

Lena chucked and moved to make the room for Supergirl, "How gallant of you." it came out a bit more sarcastic that she intended.

She gave the driver the address and asked him to treat them like anyone else.

"Everything for Supergirl." he replied enthusiastically.

Along the way Lena was observing her companion from the corner of her eye, absorbing every little thing – her half smile, the way she crinkles her eyes and fiddles nervously with the cape… clearly, Lena was less inconspicuous than she believed because Supergirl focused her attention on her. She didn't shy away from it. The blue eyes had a darker shade in them now, "What is your name?"

"My… I shouldn't, you know-"

"I know you shouldn't. I've learned your cousin's name, real name I mean. I'm sure his human name is not Kal-el. So instead of calling you Supergirl, is there any other name I could use?"

It was clear she was struggling, debating if she should reveal something.

"It's just I don't go around…" Lena glanced at the driver, she wasn't completely sure he wasn't listening so she mouthed 'kissing'"… people whose names I don't know. Not that I would do that with you again, as I said…" she was starting to babble, she did that when she liked someone. Either that or she would open up too quickly. No wonder she had almost no one. She exhaled slowly and forced a smile, "Can we forget I even asked?"

After a pause that felt longer than it really was, a response came, "If that's what you want."

"I do."

"Then, I guess-"

"We're here." the driver announced.

"Well… thank you for escorting me. And I hope the information I gave you will be of some use."

"If it is, I'll owe you."

Lena squeezed Supergirl's hand on an impulse, her fingertips sensing the quickened pulse under the wristband. She was about to bolt out of the cab but the radiating smile on Supergirl's face changed her whole perspective… which made her bolt for an almost entirely different reason, "I have to go. Good luck."

Had she stayed she would have seen the baffled Supergirl followed by "What the hell just happened?"

Lena was never the type of girl who shied away from a challenge. Business or personal – she would meet it head on. Though, she did learn to distance herself from the things that could cause personal problems, she had too many of them already. But this… which one was this? She supposed it would have to be both. Therefore it was odd even to herself this need to avoid. The need that seeped into many aspect of her life. She avoided talking to the press which resulted into many speculations the most outrageous of which being that she was hiding an alien destruction weapon. She avoided being alone in her office which resulted in Emily's constant presence. She felt bad about making the job difficult, especially when Kara showed up asking for information about the alien fight club. And Lena complied, no questions asked. She refused to let Emily leave the office as she scribbled the address sent to her by her boarding school friend (though friend is too strong a word). It was obvious Kara had more to discuss, but Lena was still processing things. It was too early. She was so determined in the avoidance that she went to every dreadful gala she could and stayed as long as she could bear to.

Of course that didn't last long. Two days after her short 'supervised' meeting with Kara, Supergirl showed up. This time she gave her heads up.

Can we talk tonight? Your office, after hours. S

A message gave her enough opportunity to come up with an excuse... or just leave. It took a lot of debating on the decision which after an hour turned into the ramblings of a mad woman. And so the workday ended, she sent Emily home earlier and Supergirl showed up.

Lena sensed the whoosh of the cape upon landing. She fixed her shirt and swirled in her chair.

"Hey." Supergirl smiled shyly and Lena bit her lip to stop herself from doing the exact same.

"What…" she shifted in her chair, "What brings you here?"

She entered the office minding every step. Lena pointed to the sofa and Supergirl winced as she sat down.

Lena quickened her step (what was happening to her?!) and sat close by Supergirl, "Please, tell me you're not hurt."

Surprised by the concern, Supergirl's cheeks reddened, "Oh, I fought a giant. Twice, so it takes time to recover… but you should see the other guy."

"Well, aren't you humble." Lena teased.

"Hey! I busted down that fight club. Let me enjoy it."

"So, Veronica's…"

"She's free. Somebody bailed her out."

"I can't say I'm surprised."

Supergirl huffed

"I wish I could have been of more help."

"No, I wasn't… I didn't come here to complain or blame you or-"

"I just promised myself to stay out of alien business as much as I can. Which is proving more difficult than I imagined."

"And here I come talking about alien business."

"And here you come proving to me I was wrong."

That piqued her interest.

"And I rarely admit to being wrong."

"No surprise there." she worked her comment in.

"Which makes you really something else."

"Well, that's…" and there was that smile again, "Thank you."

"Can you do something for me?" This was it. Now or never, "Nothing big, trust me."

The blonde agreed reluctantly.

"Just close your eyes for 10 seconds and that's it… I'm not gonna do anything 'Luthor'."

"I guess I can do that."

Supergirl stiffened but closed her eyes. Lena shuffled through her bag (why is it always so hard to find anything in there?) and finally found the glasses case. Quickly she put the glasses on Supergirls face. That was that. She grinned triumphantly.

Supergirl opened her eyes wide, looking like deer in the headlights.

"There we go." Lena smiled, "Kara."

"I… am… so… this isn't…" she stumbled over her words. Lena found it charming, "When?"

"Recently. And now that I see it, I'm ashamed it took me so long."

"I-"

"My suggestion is to work on your facial expression. It gives you away." Lena, on the other hand, knew how to subdue her reactions and was acting confidently like all this was no big deal.

"Alex is so going to kill me." Supergirl (or Kara now that the theory had been confirmed her) breathed out.

Amused, Lena watched her hop off the sofa.

"I'm usually careful with the identity thing, you know." she was pacing, fiddling with her fingers, "It's either one or… not many people know. And those who do are, well…"

Lena approached her and grabbed her by the shoulders, "Kara?"

"Yeah?"

"Breathe."

She nodded, slowly exhaling.

"I can't believe that the two amazing women are actually one."

"You think I'm amazing?" she tilted her head, "As Kara?"

"Why do you think you're the only reporter who's allowed to get past the front desk?"

"Oh, I didn't… realize that." she pushed her hair back, "This is so not how I imagined telling you."

Lena straighten up more and crossed her arms. Surely, she wasn't serious, "You thought about it? Telling me?" she asked as if it was the most ludicrous idea ever. It probably was in the top ten.

"Eventually. I mean I had a feeling… well, I have a feeling I can trust you." she smiled.

Lena never believed it possible, but her heart was swelling with joy. She wrapped her arms around Kara. Kara's body eventually relaxed into it and Lena felt warm hands tracing the invisible path on her back. The feeling was like a distant, fond memory rushing back to her.

"Thank you." she whispered and pulled away.

"For what?"

"For not wiping my memory." she giggled nervously, "For trusting me. If that is the case."

"It is." she took her hand, "I'm choosing to."

For the first time in her life, Lena wished for superpowers. She wished she could steady her heard and replay those words over and over again. Kara pulled her closer and Lena wanted to kiss her so badly. But she said she wouldn't do that. She would not act like an idiot again, not now when there was much more at stake. But then Kara's lips were on hers. Soft, timid and almost non-intrusive. It was a peck of a kiss and now Kara was staring at her, reading the reaction.

"Have I read this all wrong?"

Lena was standing still, petrified, unsure what to do or say.

"'Cause you know who I am and it's mutual- at least I thought it was and I guess I should put this on my top embarra-

"No." Lena shook off her confusion, "No. it is. Is it?"

She let out a breathy laugh. Nodding, she swooped in, bridging the gap between them once again.

Lena caught her bottom lip between hers and smiled into a kiss, "We are so screwed, aren't we?" she mumbled when they stopped to catch a breath.

"Yeah, pretty much. But I don't want to think about it right now."

"No, me neither."

Tomorrow, she thought. Not tonight. Because at that moment, their world was just the two of them.

This is it for now I guess. I might continue some day and tie up some loose ends. Though I was thinking about a story focused more on Lillian and Lena, but we'll see. Thank you all for the response.